The hall, filled with Sindarin Elves
had now seemed silence-crowned
Awe-struck, they were, to see his will
yet wanting Beren downed

Death, King claimed, should come to him
for his foolish words
And he would, save for the oath
that Lúthien had heard

Baseborn! Mortal! Spy! He named
and even Morgoth's thrall
But Beren, son of Barahir
would not rise to his call

"Death," said he, "You can give me
earned or uneared;"
But the King's names her renounced
his lordly stature spurned

Finarfin, son of Indis fair
father of Felagund
his crest upon Barahir's ring
proved him Elven-loved

Emerald-eyed, these serpents were
golden crown held high
All eyes looked towards this crest
for Beren had not lied

Melian shared with Thingol
her vision of beren
That Beren's death was not to be
issued out by him.

Elwë looked to his daughter,
in his eyes, his beloved
deeming her to be much higher
than the stars above

Sons of lords, unhappy men
and their petty kings
to these he would not give her
through Beren's emerald ring

"I see the ring, son of Barahir,
and perceive that you are proud"
but through his father Beren only
won little renown

Thingol claimed his daugher too
great a prize for him
Unless he went to Morgoth's lair
and claimed one jewel within.

Those that were in the King's court
presumed from their lord's speech
That Lúthein and Silmaril
were beyond Beren's reach.

Beren laughed at Thingol's words
an unexpected mirth
"For gems Elves sell their daughters,
when they are above worth."

Beren swore he would return
Silmaril in hand,
And with that he bowed and left
Elwë's hidden land.

Melian did admire
Thingols' cunning plan
For sending Beren on a quest
beyond the strength of man.

But she had seen an ill fate
coming to Lúthein
Thingol's words had cost him dear
the price not just Beren.